I'm very pleased and glad that a lot of you liked my story so far. I will be writing and updating this story a lot, if I don't sometimes, it's because of homework, but don't worry, this story will be rolling like a pin. Um… that was very cheesy. But I know present to you Chapter Three of Hey Harry! Enjoy and leave a review, favorite this, or subscribe to this!

The sun shined through the murky window in Harry's room. Harry lifted his head up from his pillow and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He then yawned and stretched a bit, and then grabbed his glasses from the little table beside his bed. Today was his first day of school at P.S. 118. He was hoping there was no Dark Lord there he had to vanquish.

Grandma appeared in his door with a tray of food. Harry spotted some scrambled eggs, toast, waffles, and orange juice. Harry was very grateful that Grandma did this for him.

"Good morning, Grandma." Harry yawned. He smiled at her.

"Good morning, tex." Grandma said. Today she was a person from the wild, Wild West. She had the cowboy boots, the bandanna wrapped around her neck, and the ten gallon hat. "Eat up!" She added, as she placed the tray on Harry's lap.

"Thank you, Grandma." Harry said, as he began to eat his eggs. "You didn't have to do this for me."

"Well, I wanted to, slick." Grandma said, as she patted Harry on the back. "I best be going. Watch out for the robbers when you head to the saloon today."

"Erm- thanks for the tip." Harry said, unsure of what she was trying to say, but he went along with it. Grandma then disappeared and after a few minutes, Arnold appeared.

"Good morning, Harry!" Arnold said. "How's it going? Excited for your first day of P.S. 118?"

"Good morning to you, Arnold." Harry replied. "Yes, actually I'm quite curious about my first day."

"You will just love it! And by the way, we are in the same class together with Mr. Simmons. He's a great teacher."

"Sounds brilliant." Harry beamed.

Arnold chucked. "Yeah, and another thing, I'm going to leave early to school because me and Gerald are working on a project, so I guess you have to walk to school all by yourself. But you know where it is, right?"

"Of course," Harry said. Just yesterday, when Gerald and Arnold were showing Arnold around, they also showed him the route to P.S. 118, it was fairly easy to get there from Arnold's house.

"I wish I could take you." Arnold said. "Maybe Grandpa can give you a lift to school."

"That won't be necessary, Arnold." Harry said. "Thanks for the help, though.

"Okay, if you say so." Arnold replied. "But remember to take that alleyway me and Gerald showed you, it is faster."

"Okay, I got it!" Harry gave Arnold a thumbs-up.

Arnold laughed. "Well, I have to get ready, see ya Harry!" He then bolted out of Harry's room.

"Bye, Arnold."

What a nice kid. Harry thought. Then, he continued to eat his big breakfast. After he was done, he put the tray on the table beside his bed and decided to get ready for school. Harry left his room and headed for the room that was marked. "W.C." It seemed as if Grandpa was already inside there, occupying the bathroom at that time. Harry could hear Grandpa singing.

"We'll be sailing along on moonlight's day.."

After what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, Grandpa got out.

"Hey, sunny." Grandpa said. "Sorry you had to hear my horrible singing."

"It's okay, sir." Harry said. "I actually didn't mind."

Grandpa rubbed his chin, satisfied. "A fan eh? At least someone appreciates it around here." Grandpa looked at Harry. "You should go wash up, you smell and you have to get to school." Grandpa then laughed. "I'm only kidding; you don't smell you don't have to go to school!"

"But I have to, sir." Harry replied, confused.

Grandpa looked around and whispered. "If you're scared about the fourth grade, you don't have to go."

"But I am not scared." Harry said, puzzled.

"Okay, I BELIEVE you." Grandpa laughed.

"But sir-"

Grandpa laughed once again. "Okay, I'm just pulling your leg. Go on and get ready!"

Harry smiled, um… that was strange.

"Before you go, Harry." Grandpa said. "Here's the key to the fourth grade: Never eat raspberries." Then, Grandpa ran downstairs.

What weird advice. Harry thought as entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Watch out for the robbers when you head to the saloon today? Never eat raspberries? Hm.. I will never know.

After Harry took a shower and got dressed, he was on his way to school. Before he left the house, Grandma cried. "Farewell, Indian!" She was sure an odd person, but Harry didn't mind, he liked Hillwood already, it was very unique in its different ways. Harry pondered the thought of P.S. 118 when he turned to the alleyway Arnold told him to take to school. What he knew that it was going to be completely different from Hogwarts for a fact, obviously, but what they were going to teach to him was a another complete mystery to Harry….

When Harry arrived at the alleyway, he spotted a girl with pigtails with a bow on top of her head. She had a unibrow and was holding what seemed to be a heart-shaped locket to Harry. She seemed extremely happy and joyous. Harry decided not to scare her, so he hid behind a dumpster that she was near and watched her. It looked like she was performing a soliloquy, because she kept referring to herself. Harry could hear the words coming from her mouth.

"Oh Arnold! How I love thee? But yet, I cannot dare to tell you the way I feel about thee, I cannot simply show you the other side of Helga G. Pataki. The other side that will adore you forever and will cherish your spirit until I croak. Oh Arnold! Why can't you see? Are you that thick, how you that blind? Can't you see that I love you? That I would do anything for you, my pet. Well, open them soon, because I want you to see that I love you and that we are meant to be! And to realize that it is love, love, LOVE!!!"

She then swooned and held the locket against her heart. Harry then felt a breath behind his back. It was hot and very uncomfortable. Harry turned around and saw a kid with a tan sweater and glasses like his. He had yellow teeth and was wheezing awfully loud.

"Hi." The kid wheezed. "I'm Brainy." He then continued to breathe loudly.

"Er, please to meet you, Brainy." Harry said. He said it very loud and the girl named Helga turned.

"Who's that?" She asked, defensively. "Come out, you chicken!"

Before Harry could stop him, Brainy got up, he was wheezing harder than other and seemed very calm with the girl's nasty call.

"Oh, it's you, Brainy." Helga said, her hands in her hips. She had a bored expression and then said. "The usual."

Brainy nodded eagerly. Helga then punched him in the face.

"Wait!" Harry stood up. Helga whipped her head to his direction and had a shock expression on her face, filled with fear and fury. "He wasn't spying on you, he wasn't the one who made you turn around, it was me." Harry looked at Brainy, who was down on the floor. He gave him a hand and Brainy accepted him. He was half-way up when Helga punched him again.

"Why did you do that for?" Harry cried.

"Because it's Brainy, he always follows me around." Helga said, in a mean way. "And what's it to you, four-eyes? I ought to punch you too for eavesdropping. Old Bessie would teach you a lesson." She then got closer and up personal into his face. "If you EVER, EVER, EVER, tell Arnold or anyone what you heard, I'll run you out of town and there will be no tomorrow for you, got it?"

"Okay," Harry said, calmly. He wasn't going to tell, he totally understood why she didn't want Arnold to know. Harry had a situation like that back home, in the Wizarding World. Hermione and Ron, they liked each other, but never really admitted it. Harry was good with secrets, if someone told him to keep one, he would stick to his word.

"Good. And next time, mind your own business and quit snooping around." Helga sneered.

"I swear I will not interrupt you." Harry vowed.

"Well, you better not." Helga said, as she crossed her arms. "Say, I haven't seen you around here, what's your name?"

"Harry." Harry replied. "Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?!?" Helga cried. "Harry POTTER!!"

Uh, oh. Harry thought. My cover is blown. He thought of Kingsley and the Wizarding World.

"Um-"

"This is terrible! You know what this means?" Helga said.

"Huh?" Harry said, puzzled but scared that Helga would not say what he was known for, "The Boy Who Lived."

"We share the same initials!!" Helga said, as if it was the end of the world.

"And?" Harry said, with a relief. He glad that she didn't say what she thought she would.

Helga then scrunched up her face in a mean scowl. "And just because we share the same initials, does not mean we are pallies, got it, bucko? Because I'm Helga G. Pataki. Remember that or else. And another thing, don't go parading all over the school today saying that we share the same two letters, got it? Because Helga does not share, she owns!"

"Um..okay." Harry said. "I won't."

Helga then chuckled nervously. "And remember don't mention to Arnold that I like him because you know…I'll pound you."

Harry grinned. Helga wasn't really a bad person as she seemed to be, she was actually nice. "I will never tell."

"Good." Helga sighed with relief. She then yelled. "Well, just don't stand here, go!"

Harry said. "Okay, see you in school, Helga." He then picked up his books and helped Brainy off the ground again.

"Thanks." Brainy wheezed.

"Come on, Brainy." Harry said. "Let's go."

Before they left the alleyway, Helga yelled. "Four-eyes!"

Harry turned around, he knew that she was calling her.

"Thanks." She said, shyly.

"For what?" Harry asked.

"For entering the world of Helga G. Pataki." She said this rather solemnly.

Harry smiled, but could not help feeling bad for Helga.

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